This entry is a little more personal; some insight on me as a person and as an entrepreneur.
As I have grown in my faith into adulthood, I have found myself speaking more confidently about The Lord and how I see Him working in my life. Considering the fact that I wake each morning, I am creative, I can articulate that creativity through my hands to my clients' hairstyles, the very fact that I breathe in and out, and my heart beats hundreds of times a day is from God Himself, I have found that the very least I can do is to dedicate my business to Him. I speak openly about my faith and have had some wonderfully stimulating conversations with believers and non-believers alike. All that being said, it has been brought to my attention a time or two that maybe I should keep my faith at home. That it is not "professional". That it might turn some people off. Despite the opposition, despite the "business books", despite what "society" would have me believe, I respectfully decline the advice and go on happily living my faith wherever I am.
I don't know if any of you have noticed, but my favorite scripture is printed on my business cards. Colossians 3:23 - "Whatever you do, work at it with your whole being. Do it for the Lord rather than for men." These words help me when I don't want to do the laundry, when I don't feel like cooking after a long day, when I think of short cuts I can take in my day to day activities to get done faster and so on. They help me remember that I am dedicating the creativity, the breaths, the heartbeats all to Him, so that I can push myself to do them well no matter how I feel.
I have explained all that to tell you this story. The other day I was in a hurry. We all know how getting in a hurry, we forget things? So you can imagine how flustered I got when I hurriedly paid the gas station attendant my $40 for gas, got sidetracked putting ice and bottled water in my cooler before taking my son to his Mission Possible church camp, left my wallet full of cash, change, blank checks and thankfully one "unprofessional" "politically incorrect" business card, on the bed of my truck and drove off WITHOUT GETTING THE GAS! We were bee-bopping along, jamming to some music when I noticed my gas light come on half way to the camp. "Holy cow! I forgot the gas!" I yelled. In the process of turning around I patted down my usually full purse to notice that it was flat and empty. "Where is my wallet?" I yelled again. I could not, for the life of me, figure out where my wallet had gone. Now we are going to be late, but I must get the gas and hopefully find my wallet on the ground near the pump. While driving back to the gas station my phone rings (what did we do without cell phones?). It was a gentleman who I now call "St. Steve". He explained that he had found my wallet on the road (my wallet was holding on for dear life as he found it half a mile from the gas station I might add). He said people were driving over it and when he spotted it, he decided to TURN ALL THE WAY AROUND AND GO BACK AND GET IT! He was calling me from a Grandy's restaurant THREE MILES AWAY from the gas station where I had finally gotten to get my gas and he insisted HE WOULD COME TO ME! When he got there, I had pumped my gas and was waiting. In pulls this silver-haired good ol' boy in a truck. He hands me my wallet back as he explains to me that while searching through it to see to whom it belonged (I don't keep my I.D.s or plastic in it) he found the one lone card. He said when he saw the scripture on it he thought to himself "this must be one good lady." He assured me that all the cash was there as he got out of his truck he said, "I'm not finished." He put his hands deep into his pocket and pulled out all the change that had scattered all over the street, which he had recovered for me. "St. Steve" had no idea that the day before during the Mission Possible kick-off mass at St. Joseph's Catholic Church, I had prayed for God to bring me back. My faith had been waning. I had noticed that the music I had gravitated to, the movies I was choosing to watch, the language I would use in frustration, even my attendance at church was going downhill and I needed to be called back. God used this wingless angel named Steve to remind me that He is still there for me.
Here is wishing us all a "St. Steve" moment. To my fellow believers, I ask that you all say a prayer for this stranger named Steve and remember, despite politics, society or business etiquette, we should all wear a little bit of Christ on our sleeves!
May God bless you and keep you!